song inspo: sex therapy by robin thicke (also i am you by p1harmony)
❝ ♪ ♫ stressed out, uptight, overworked, wound up // just let me love you, lay right here… ♫ ♪ ❞
synopsis: ceo!fem!reader (poc) returns to the luxurious residence that she shares with keeho after an emotionally rough day at her job. as keeho works his best attempt at comforting her, they both realize his need for that same alleviation.
warnings: brief mentions of mental health + exploitation; reader is of legal drinking age (overconsumption tbh); dom!keeho, so rough, unprotected sex –– brief mentions of cunnilingus, overstimulation, reverse 69, handjob, blowjob, p in v, multiple orgasms (both receive), dirty talk, a morsel of ass play(?) 👀
word count: 3.3k
author's notes: so... I felt the need to recreate this in a new post due to issues I had with the og post... hope y'all enjoy the filth! 😋 happy belated valentine's day, I suppose. 😘💝
“Man, fuck this job!” You exclaim in immense anger, returning home from the operations office of your company that was across town.
Keeho was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone in a casual fit as he returned from dance rehearsals for the upcoming comeback not that long ago himself. “Didn’t you technically create the job, babe?” he asks you quizzically.
“I mean, sure, but I sure didn’t create the bullshit that comes with it!” you explain as calmly as you can, in an effort to keep your fuse from blowing.
“Well, let me kind of help you forget about all of that 'bullshit' for a while, huh?” Keeho inquires in a slightly more serious tone, rising from the couch and heading toward the fridge.
After gesturing at you to take a seat at the kitchen island, he brings two glasses and a bottle of wine your direction. Your lips curve into a little smile as you watch your boyfriend carefully pour equal amounts of Pinot Noir rosé for the both of you.
Once he approaches you with the half-filled glasses, he sits next to you after you take one and begin to sip. Your eyes momentarily flutter shut as you allow the sweet taste to settle in the back of your throat. Keeho smiles, mentally congratulating himself for being the one to bring any amount of joy into your immensely busy life.
You open your eyes to that same grin on him, unintentionally mirroring it before you lean in to greet him with a long-awaited, yet short kiss. "I'm sorry..." you exhale, peeping Keeho's raised eyebrow before glancing down into your glass. "I didn't even say ‘hello’ first.”
Before you get the mental fortitude to lift your head again, Keeho does it for you by way of his hand. Maybe it was the affectionate gestures by your boyfriend in contrast to the constant tension provided by the heavy workload hours prior, but neither one of you expected to see or feel the tears well up in your eyes, threatening to be released from between your lids.
"Babe..." Keeho manages the petname from his throat as he feels it threaten to close up, clearing his throat and taking another sip with his free hand before speaking again. "It's okay. It's all gonna be fine at the office. You don't have to say shit about work unless you want to.”
With your chin still tucked on top of long fingers, you shake your head, partly in response and agreement, and in another part to keep yourself from crying. You both know how freeing it would be to release your emotions instead of continuing to suppress them. So as the salty drops begin to slip down your cheeks, Keeho kisses as many of them away as he can, with extensive concentration and care deep in his eyes.
After a while, his lips are replaced with his thumbs, allowing you to grab your wine glass again. Much to Keeho's surprise, you chug down the remainder of your wine, swallowing as your face contorts ever-so-slightly due to the hints of acidity. In an effort to catch up to you, he does the exact same thing, making the both of you laugh.
"Damn..." Keeho exhales in regard to the both of you and the now empty glasses, "Do you want some more?”
"Why not?" is your response.
In the midst of your third glass, and Keeho's fourth, you two find yourselves commiserating over both of your jobs. You talk mad shit about a couple of problematic co-workers, and Keeho utilizes an opportunity to not only rant about how annoyingly difficult the new choreography is to retain, but also to scoot even closer to you, a hand resting on your thigh.
Each sentence is accompanied by laughter, ranging from soft giggles to hearty belly howling. As much as you both are grateful for what you get to do to provide for yourselves and each other, as the Blink-182 song states, 'Work sucks.' At least today it does.
By the time this round of wine is finished, your body is leaned over onto Keeho, head resting on his chest as an arm of his is wrapped around your back, its hand placed on your other thigh. You're almost certain that you're not only drunk, but that the wine is not the sole reason you feel your body heat up in places you hadn't even been touched on yet. It did not help that that aforementioned hand is beginning to caress your thigh as you both decide to momentarily sit in silence.
That silence doesn't last for long as Keeho subconsciously (in his own state of drunkenness) glides his hand over to where you're heating up the most. A low groan slips from your lips as you instinctively open your legs, allowing Keeho to continue his gliding between your legs. You both let out a moan as he reveals your growing wetness, even if covered by creased slacks.
Already feeling overwhelmed by the situation unfolding – as well as the fatigue and inebriation kicking in – you rest your head on the counter, turning your head toward Keeho. You can't really see him, but you feel his lips again, this time on your neck.
“What’chu thinkin’ ‘bout right now?” Keeho asks, out of breath, glistening lips resting against your inner thigh. Your slacks and panties are discarded somewhere near the kitchen floor.
“Not a fuckin’ thing…” You reply gaspingly, in a pitch higher than either of you may have expected as you’re partially laid out – and already fucked out – on your kitchen island’s countertop. “O-or, rather… not a thing but fuckin’…”
“Good,” Keeho concurs with a sneer.
Never one to [not?] be tempted with a good time, Keeho slowly raises himself up from his seat before – eventually – lifting you from the counter. He’s already made you cum twice already, doubly drunk on the taste of you as well as that wine still lingering in his system (both will likely last until the morning, whether he does or not). Subconsciously, though, his mind is made up that he’d rather get plastered off the sweet nectar your pussy provides than any alcohol. So the gentleness of getting laid down on the couch in the next room is quickly shattered by strong hands forcing your legs back open (which was eventually gonna happen anyway), then his tongue back inside (which you were unsure you wanted to happen anymore tonight).
“Mother…fuck! S-Steph, shit!” Your knuckles were still sore from gripping the edge of the kitchen island just moments ago, so there was the slightest refuge in how soft Keeho’s hair was as you began to grip a chunk of that for dear life.
“Mmhmm…” is all that he musters out, almost matter-of-factly. Almost as if to say, ‘Fight it all you might, I know you’re getting – and giving me – exactly what we both need right now.’
“Ugh!” You groan obnoxiously, damn near. Translation: ‘I already gave it to you two fucking times like this already.’ Well, while you’re still able to count, your third might spring up on you in a matter of seconds with the way he does not let up. That post-rehearsal adrenaline is something serious, especially when intemperance is involved. “Fuck! Gimme that dick before I cum again, please!”
He had no sense saying shit about difficult dance moves, when he breathily gives you a brief reprieve (barely – you can still feel that hot breath between your legs) by grabbing a couch arm with both of his arms, and swinging his legs up, climbing on top of you. Oh shit, you think as you reach for the waistband of his sweats. You peeped immediately how he was without undergarments with how stained his pants were. Continuing to pull them down as he proceeds with swirling his tongue acrobatically toward your clit… again… You’re finally greeted with a throbbing shaft, in which you take no time wrapping a hand around.
The vibration caused by such a vehement moan from your boyfriend made you surpass the part where you were gonna mirror his tongue action on his member. Instead, you take the tip in your mouth with an alarming quickness. The room was then filled with wet moans and the best of vibrations as you bring one another to the edge just as fast. You barely feel the tip reach the back of your throat before hearing a long muffled whine from Keeho that managed a volume louder than anything he had uttered thus far. And you barely got to release yourself from him before he releases his seed into your mouth.
“Fff-fuck, b-baby…” Keeho draws out as he halts all movement in an effort to recover. After some seconds pass, he gradually forces himself off of you, simultaneously pulling out. You were so stunned by the amount he left you (and the little time that it took to leave it) that by the time he turned to face you, you were mid swallow with your eyes wide open in shock. “Damn…”
He then cups your face with a bit of apology on his face, licking where hints of his cum went anywhere but between your lips. “Might’ve gotten a bit carried away,” he admits with a soft chuckle before planting kisses over those same spots, ending up on your lips.
“And I was just getting started,” you add on with a pout, hands caressing his face and neck, inadvertently sliding down his frame as he rises up off the floor. Smiling, Keeho grabs a hand, lifting you up from the couch.
You were given the opportunity to finish what you started after being carried to your queen-sized bed that only took up a third of your large bedroom with a glass facade. Deep moans echoed from Keeho, filling the space as his huge, hard cock finally got to fill your mouth more comfortably. Both of your shirts are still on, and you weren’t too preoccupied to not subconsciously want to change that. Your hands roam beneath the cotton fabric, feeling the perspiration with how his chest rose and fell in contrast to his stomach.
Starting to feel the slightest bit suffocated by the heat of your hands, Keeho finally discards his tee, allowing you to see exactly what you were feeling. Between that and the way the tip kept grazing the back of your throat, you were getting aroused all over again. Both of your moans increase in magnitude as he repeatedly thrusts upward, managing to take him a bit deeper as a hand lands on the back of your head, the other on an ass cheek. “Fuck… Take this dick… Good girl…” Keeho’s breathy praises never fail to reach your heart as much as it reaches your clit.
You bob your head to meet his strokes, feeling his dagger eyes bore into your scalp before his fingers do. You begin to feel a bit lightheaded, but still suck intently. Sticking your tongue out, you sloppily lick as much of his sack as you can, and that’s enough to have your boyfriend growling above you, both hands taking turns slapping your ass.
You moan raucously as you both start vibrating for various reasons. It all has you gagging on Keeho’s entire length, which does not calm him down in the slightest. “Shit, baby, I’m about to –– fuck!” Keeho grunts, and that’s the only semblance of a warning you get before another fresh load lands directly in your mouth. Your instantaneous grab of his nuts as a response only warrants powerful thrusts that reach the back of your throat, urging you to swallow just about every drop.
At this point, even while not-so-graciously receiving such a succulent seed, you feel your pussy clench out of neglect. Like Keeho’s tongue and fingers hadn’t successfully drawn out any of your work worries moments earlier. But the way you were sucking him bone dry began to unlock something absolutely uninhibited in him.
So by the time Keeho pulls his still-hard cock out of your mouth and lines it up with your entrance, your thighs become like magnets, drawing together in blind apprehension… Guess who wasn’t having any of that?
“Nuh-uh, keep those legs open, baby,” Keeho commands lowly, “Take what I fucking give you.”
You’re used to his commanding nature, but you knew something had shifted a bit more than usual. With the faintest whine, you couldn’t help but ask, “What the fuck is getting into you?”
“What’s about to get into you, that’s what.”
Keeho attempted to mask that increasing surge of dominance with witty remarks, but that look in his eyes… if they could turn red, they would because he was bordering savagery. And with your folds contracting around air alone? You knew better than to fight him… or whatever this was becoming.
You couldn’t deny how sensitive your body was by this point. Especially as Keeho manages his warm tip in between those tight, soaked fluttery lips of yours. That was more than enough for you to start squirming beneath him, your whimpers getting louder. Nothing could stop him from letting out breathy hums at the way your walls were already gripping every bit of that thickness without him even trying to get deep with it.
Keeho normally takes the liberty of waiting a few moments before beginning to fuck you, but he couldn’t help that magnetism of your thighs – or what’s in between them. Before you know it, he bottoms out inside you with the loudest squelch coming from you. Add a large hand wrapping itself around the back of your neck, and you’re almost sure you can feel some brain cells leave your body. Which may explain why you almost instantaneously cry out to him as he slides all the way back out, and digs into you again.
“Fuck! Please, Kee!” You begin to beg with fluttering eyes, “I need you to fuck me.”
“Say it again,” Keeho demands after delivering a low, drawn out moan in your ear.
You waste no time in following his request after a hand of yours grips the back of his neck. “I need you…” You feel him pulse inside before you even finish. “Fuck me…” You feel him start to grind into your cunt before you add, “Use me.”
Keeho becomes legitimately feral after that. He bottoms out in you once more as he fucks into you so hard your legs immediately start shaking. The hand that was behind your neck is now directly on your throat, thumb forcing itself between your lips. Finally acknowledging the fabric still on you, he clumsily unbuttons your top and pulls down your bra.
There’s no slowing down from him, even as he takes a nipple in between his teeth, sucking on it as you continue to suck on his thumb, moaning uncontrollably around it. You can feel the way his eyes bore into you as your face contorts and your torso attempts to twist below him. Yet Keeho flattens himself on top of you, taking his now soaked thumb and circling it around your other nipple. Still, he grinds his dick deep into your tight, wet heat while giving you sloppy kisses all around your neck.
“Just… like… that… Yeah, that pussy feels so fucking perfect, baby, shit!” Keeho spits out against your neck that’s now receiving hickeys from him.
“It’s all yours, Daddy!” you screech without hesitation, and now you both may have entered some sort of astral realm. Keeho sits the both of you up in the bed, and assists in finally removing your shirt and bra completely. With his hands roaming around every inch of your chest, he takes a few seconds to slap your tits before giving you another order, hooded gaze staring directly into yours.
“Then ride this dick like it’s yours.”
You wrap your arms around his neck as you gradually begin to bounce on his lap. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you spit out as you’re rudely reminded that you’re so sensitive, bucking sporadically on his dick. “I can barely take it!”
“What do you mean, baby?” Keeho coos, “You’re taking it so well, so deep…” In an effort to ground you a bit, he roughly plants a hand back on your ass, his other hand back around your neck. Since your mouth was already wide open, he decides to spit in it before showering you with more praise.
“You and that pussy are so good to me… So fucking sweet…” Unable to help himself, he begins to buck into you, driving his throbbing cock even deeper. “God, it's like you’re fucking made for me, I can barely take it.”
Speaking of barely being able to take it, while you thoroughly appreciated his kind, yet filthy words, they made you even wetter, and you kept having to adjust yourself. “Baby, please…” you had little to no idea what you were begging for at this point, but Keeho seemed to know as he took a thumb and rubbed your clit so fast and hard that you were starting to see stars.
“Take it out on me, babygirl,” Keeho whispers in your ear, using his other hand to grip your waist and hold you in place. “Let it all go… all on this cock.”
You were officially gone as more tears slipped from your eyes. “Ahhh fuck, Keeho I’m cumming!” you holler as you clench violently around him, whimpering once you finally release.
“Such a good fucking job, princess,” you hear murmured as you feel hands softly slide up your back before laying you back down. Keeho manages a couple more thrusts before begrudgingly pulling out. “Do you think you can turn around for me?” he asks much softer and more politely than you might have expected, and you slowly nod in response. He assists in flipping you over before you feel his cock in between your ass cheeks, that mushroom tip going up and down your spine.
You gesture for Keeho to bring his face to yours, and you feel his breath ghost over the goosebumps resting on your neck as you turn your face to his – just like in the kitchen. He plants kisses around the back of your neck before landing on your lips, and staying there. As you feel him slowly grind just to feel the friction, you feel his tongue slide in between your lips, the both of you moaning into each other’s mouths.
Already extremely close, all it took from you was to palm your boyfriend’s face, and moan in between his lips, “Stephen, come for me, baby.” You do your best to look lovingly into his eyes before his squeeze shut, calling out your name against your neck as he busts directly over your spine. After he licks that long strip up off of your back, Keeho swallows most of it. He then proceeds to do what you usually like to do to him – he kisses you while gifting you even more of his seed.
“I fucking love you,” Keeho spits out into the air as he plops himself next to you.
With a light chuckle, you reply with just a hint more emphasis, “I love you…” You place a hand on his chest for some sort of leverage as you scoot closer to him with the remaining strength you had. “I also love…” you continue as you absentmindedly circle one of his pecs, “…how much you clearly needed this as much as I might have…”
“Please…” he replies frankly before slapping a hand on your ass. “I miss this pussy every night we have to work.”
There you go, clenching around air again as Keeho lazily massages his way up past your ribcage, relishing in the soft moans you let out at the contact. Between that and the light kisses he lays along your upper back, you’re completely convinced – from your mind to your body – that everything really is gonna be just fine.
► warnings | short read, not proofread so mb if it kinda sucks
Bf!Keeho who - is and always will be your #1 hype man. The second you start doubting yourself, he’s already listing off ten reasons why you’re amazing. Bad hair day? He’s calling you unreal. Outfit insecurity? Suddenly he’s acting like you just stepped off a runway. He refuses to let you sit in self-doubt for more than five seconds because in his eyes, you deserve to feel as confident as he sees you.
Bf!Keeho who - loves giving you attention just to see how you react. He’ll randomly compliment you, stare at you a little too long, or get extra soft just to watch you blush or get flustered. And when you finally catch on and call him out, he just grins and goes, “I’m just playing, babe,” like he wasn’t absolutely serious the whole time.
Bf!Keeho who - constantly buys you stuffed animals that remind him of himself and you. If he sees matching plushies, he’s getting them immediately — no hesitation. “This one’s you, this one’s me,” he’ll say like it’s the most serious thing in the world. He loves the idea of you keeping his on your bed so it can “keep you company” when he’s not there. And if you ever miss him, he’ll just tell you to hug the plushie because “it’s basically me.” Lowkey, he thinks it’s cute knowing there’s a tiny, soft version of him sitting in your room.
Bf!Keeho who - loves having sleepovers with you so you can stay up way too late doing absolutely nothing important. Watching random shows, rating snacks, laughing over inside jokes, or deciding at 1 a.m. that you both need to go on a late-night drive. With him, even the most boring moments somehow turn into memories.
Bf!Keeho who - takes you on fancy dates on the most random days just because he felt like it. No anniversary, no special occasion. He just wakes up and decides you deserve to get dressed up and be spoiled. He loves the look on your face when you realize he planned something just because he wanted to make you smile.
Bf!Keeho who - loves taking pictures of you and with you because he genuinely thinks you’re the most gorgeous person on earth. Half his camera roll is you laughing, looking away, not even paying attention. He swears the candid ones are his favorite because that’s when you look the most “you.”
Bf!Keeho who - buys the silliest face masks and skincare products just so you can try them together. He’ll sit there with a bright green mask on, judging how yours looks while pretending his doesn’t look just as ridiculous. He loves those little at-home spa nights because it feels domestic and soft.
Bf!Keeho who - has words of affirmation as his main love language. He physically cannot go a day without telling you how much he loves you. Whether it’s random “I appreciate you” texts or long paragraphs about how proud he is of you, he needs you to know exactly how he feels at all times.
Bf!Keeho who - loves talking on the phone for hours when he can’t see you. Even if you’re both doing separate things, he just likes hearing you there. The comfortable silence, the random stories, the late-night “don’t hang up yet” moments — he holds onto those.
Bf!Keeho who - loves doing couple TikTok trends with you, even if he pretends to complain at first. He’ll act like it’s cringe, but five minutes later he’s fully committed and making it competitive. And if the video turns out cute? He’s rewatching it at least ten times.
Bf!Keeho who - is very protective. He does not play about you. If anyone has something slick to say, his tone changes instantly. He doesn’t like drama, but he won’t hesitate to step in if someone disrespects you. At the end of the day, he just wants you to feel safe, valued, and untouchable when you’re with him.
